xp_logs | Suite Frost/Cassidy-Drake; Terry and Jay

On the day everyone returns from New York and tempers are flaring, Terry begs for Jay's company and then proceeds to cry all over him. Also, someone never learned the proper way to put the lid back on ketchup. Backdated to October 29th

Jay's first impulse was to fetch some icecream and go visit Terry but he knew she'd only moan about the taste. Instead, he made grillcheese, craving substance on a junkfood level, but ignored it. He didn't want junk food, it would only make him fat. Collecting his books from the counter, Jay snatched up the plate, ketchup and headed upstairs in a trot. Two minutes later, he was knocking at Terry's door with the ketchup bottle, considering his hands were full. "Room Service," he said in a high pitched voice.

Terry pulled open the suite's door with indecent haste and threw herself at him with zero regard for the food in his hands, still managing to avoid upsetting them somehow. She clung to his neck like a small, redheaded barnacle. "Hi," she said, voice wrecked and muffled by his shoulder.

"Whoa," Jay stumbled back a pace and stood there, holding books up in one hand, food up in the other and his wings braced against the frame. "Hi." He hesitated for a moment before his arms closed around her, but he still managed to keep the lid of the ketchup bottle off her clothes because it was running down teh side, no thanks to the last person who used it.

She sniffled and just kept holding on, not particularly caring that they were still in the doorway and that he was effectively immobilized unless he wanted to figure out how to move her along with everything else in his hands. "I'll let go in a minute. I just really needed a hug," she promised, not really sure that she wasn't lying.

Asking if she was okay seemed a little inappropriate and only the second dumbest thing he could have ever asked in his life. "Mmkay well, here, stand on mah feet a sec." And when she did, Jay walked forward, his wings closing the door and he went over to a nearby table where he unloaded all his stuff. First his books - which slid off and fell on the floor anyways - and then the plate, laying the ketchup bottle over it. Hands free, he wrapped them around her protectively because he really had no one else he had that luxury with.

"Clever," she congratulated him and then somehow managed to cling to him even harder. She felt a little guilty for just demanding he come see her but what else were best friends for? From the way he was hugging her back, she figured that he could use it too, which helped the guilt a little bit. It was a long time before she could make her arms relax, force herself to ease back just a bit, let him know she was okay if he wanted to let go. "Sorry about that."

"I'm sure if Ah was straight, Bobby'd be green with envy," he smirked, finally allowing her to slip away from him and he picked up the plate, catching the ketchup before he dropped it. "Brought some food. Kyle made it," he sat down, setting the plate on his lap and pouring out some ketchup once it was opened. The cap was really gross at this point. "How's anyone suppose to get it outta the bottle when they just shove it back on all messy-like?"

"Ew. It's all sticky." Terry jumped up and ran to the suite's kitchenette, coming back with a wet paper towel to wipe off the bottle. She handed it to Jay then flopped back down on the sofa next to him, curling up automatically and resting her head on his shoulder. "Bobby knows I love him best. He's not threatened by your ugly mug. Kyle's cooking?"

"Yup. He's bored so Ah put in an order for two of us, but Ah ate mine when he made it. Sorry. Bad manners and all." He took the napkin and wiped the lid down, ignoring the cut about his ugly mug. "Nice of him to make us something, but he didn't know it was for you, or that Ahwas going tosee you. So you're leaving friday? Ah would come but Ah got too much homework. Gonna have Kyle help me maybe. We're in the same class."

"It is nice of him," Terry agreed, pulling the plate into her lap and picking at it idly. "Home seems like the best plan right now. I can't go to classes--they sent out emails. Half the teachers are missing, the entire city campus is shut down and Westchester is barely limping along. And after Alison..." Her voice, already ruined from the weekend of near constant power use, choked out on the name, on the revelation.

Jay sombered up. He didn't know what happened to Alison, only that she was in Muir. He wanted to ask but didn't, afraid of looking dumb. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her, taking her plate from her and setting it aside. "C'mere," he started, shifting until he was able to pull her into a better hug, one where he didn't have to let go out of discomfort.

She began to cry again as she'd done so many times since they'd gotten home again from the city. Terry wasn't generally weak or fragile. She was fairly tough, truth be told, in body and spirit but there were a few things that she wasn't able to stand strong on. "It still doesn't seem real. We thought Jennie was dead and then she wasn't and then Alison was just...lying there. Two minutes before that she was trying to kill us all and..." She buried her face into his shoulder and shook.

Jennie he knew about. Alison, he didn't. But it didn't mean he didn't sympathize and lingered where he was, holding her tighter than before. A wing wrapped around them, as though to shelter her from the outer elements and his hand stroked through her hair, careful not to pull on any tangles he might come across. He wanted to say something comforting but nothing came right at that moment, except,"Things.. well, they don't always go to plan."

Terry choked on a half-laugh, half-sob. "Aye. Oh sure I know that." She pulled back a little, wiping tears from red-rimmed blue eyes and looked up at him. "I've not even asked how you're doing? I saw your comments."

"Don't worry about me," Jay shrugged, by passing the topic all together. He was still sore about the whole thing and sympathized with Apocolypse's betrayal but didn't want to say it because it would be recieved the wrong way. "It's a big messed up situation we got there. ah'm just so sorry everyone got hurt somehow. No one walked outta that without feeling something."

"We're all a little less than we were," Terry replied quietly and rested her head back against his shoulder, arms tightening around him below the join of his wings. "I can't wait to be home. Being here...I just feel sick. I don't even know who we are anymore."

Jay rested his cheek against the top of her head, warming into her. He picked at a piece of his torn jeans, idoly watching it. "Ah don't think anyone knows who we are anymore." They were all made up of bad things happening to them and Jay wondered if he would be the same had he not gone through some of the things he did. They seemed so insignificant compared to what had just past. A glimpse into what could have become a very scary future.